Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"Hello, President Lawson. The acquisition plan for the Wheeler Group is ready. Would you like to review it now?"

Timothy Lawson paused, remembering the look of anger on Jessica Greene's face back at the restaurant when he'd announced the Wheeler Group takeover. After a moment, he said, "Leave it on my desk for now."

"Understood. Also, I've contacted several wedding planners, and their proposals have arrived. When would be a good time for Mrs. Lawson to look them over?"

"She's still in the hospital. Have someone deliver them to The Gilded Whisper Estates. She can review them after she's discharged."

It turned out Sheila Howard's injuries weren't serious. Once her wound was bandaged and the shot administered, she was almost ready to leave.

As she passed Jessica's hospital room, Sheila glanced through the little window in the door and saw Timothy sitting quietly by Jessica's bedside.

She bent down and spoke softly to Henry Lawson. "Your dad wants to stay at the hospital to take care of your mom. We shouldn't disturb them. How about I take you home?"

"Thank you, Miss Sheila."

Sheila led Henry back to The Gilded Whisper Estates.

Just then, Secretary Allen's assistant arrived with the wedding planners'

proposals.

Sheila and Henry took the stack of glossy booklets together.

Henry flipped through the sample photos, frowning in confusion. "Who's getting

Why did they send all this stuff

course Henry didn't

planning a wedding

mean... he'd

her jaw, jealousy swirling inside

supposed

they'd been

she'd married Timothy back then, her

this-this lovely, happy

"Miss Sheila?"

voice snapped her out

mom's wedding. I heard

so old already.

his real mom was Jessica. Then, whenever he pretended Sheila was his mother

was he supposed to

the time Jessica opened her eyes again, dusk had settled

"You're awake?"

warm, even voice drifted across the

her head to

here,

in. Your fever's gone. Get

resisting him right now. She pulled back